A Dream Blog

Desiderata.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

Thymewarp brought this to my attention in a comment the other day. And it has wandered through my head – the words being sung out in my teenagers voice – ever since. All us girls  had it memorised when I was attending Sacred Heart Convent in Napier, New Zealand.

In fact it is stuck on my head this morning blocking all other original thought so I am down loading it to you!

Max Ehrmann wrote this in the 1920’s – not the 1600’s as we were taught in school.

In fact many of the things we were taught in school have been proven to be incorrect. Though they were facts at the time. Which is an excellent education in the progression of knowledge and having to keep ones mind open to embrace the changes.  (And do our own fact checking).

Tomorrow I will begin the journey back across the United States away from this warm busy home to my cold windy farm. I dream’t last night that while I was away some big company came and took over my farm and sold all my cows including Daisy.  (Daisy, who has been dead for years now, is often the head cow in my dreams).  I spent the whole dream looking for Daisy (you know that dream) and encountering broken gates and loose animals everywhere I went.

I wanted to start a dream blog once. Not for me alone but for as many people as wanted to join. So we could tell our dreams to the ether. However the logistics of publishing became questionable –  being that no-one else wants to listen to other peoples dreams and imagine how often each day we would get other peoples dreams in our INbox!

Years and years ago I read a book about a person who bought other peoples dreams.  I was a solo Mum raising way too many children on way too little money then; so it was an idea that grew in my head at the time. Imagine if I could sell my dreams to feed my children.  But of course the buyer of dreams was a work of fiction.  And so were my dreams.

Our last guest writer will be visiting with you tomorrow as I travel.

I hope you have a lovely day.

Love celi

75 responses to “A Dream Blog”

  1. The first three stanzas seem like pretty solid advice for teenagers, but then things start sounding more “adult” — phony love and resulting cynicism, “aridity and disenchantment,” “dark imaginings,” “sham, drudgery, and broken dreams” – sudden misfortune in old age, “the noisy confusion of life ” -(Whew! That’s a lot to unload on kids. But maybe not. Maybe they need to confront such things ahead of time.)

    I find myself trying hard to “Take kindly the counsel of the years,” though I’m not very graceful at it, but I wonder what that means to young persons. Of course Max didn’t write this for them specifically Or did he? I’m glad to know that the positive beginning and ending of the poem meant, and still means, a lot to those of you who first read it in school. It does mean a lot to me now, the more I think about it. I can relate to the “dark imaginings” especially. (It could be I don’t remember my dreams because I have enough of that during the day.)

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